Friday I had an appointment to get two teeth extracted at 1:00 p.m. Since I'm such a wuss I wanted to be knocked out cold. My daddy took me. He also took me when I got my wisdom teeth cut out five years ago. My mom showed up and her and dad both sat with me while I was heavily under the influence of drugs.
I was given laughing gas and then the nurse poked me about fifteen times before she gave up on finding a vein. The doctor ended up sticking me with a needle to get the IV in. I told mom and dad to quit looking at me and laughed hysterically. Mom asked me where I wanted to pick up my prescriptions at and I laughed hysterically. I told her, "What's it matter? They are giving me drugs." She said they needed to know where to call it into. I laughed some more and told her Walgreens was "slow as f!@#$." Mom had to leave to go back to work and then my dad kept asking me stupid stuff just to make me laugh. I can't remember exactly what though.
I woke up once during the process and told them the left side of my face was numb. The nurse said it was from the shot. I asked how the IV knew to make the left side of my face numb. She said, no that they had given me a shot in the face. That made more sense. Everything was really confusing while I was drugged up.
When I was finally able to leave, Matt took me by the ice cream shop because I had not eaten all day and I was starving. I got a peanut butter milk shake and ate it with a spoon. When we were on our way home, he looked over at me and started laughing. I was like, "What are you laughing at." He said, "You have that shit all over yourself." I looked in the mirror and it was running down not only my chin, but also my neck.
When we got home, I took a nap with the pups. I think they know when I don't feel good because they behave a lot better. Matt made me some mashed potatoes when I woke up.
The rest of the weekend is kind of a blur. I've kept my pain killers close by. Yesterday my parents came over and dad and Matt played in the yard and fixed some stuff on the house. Today, my mouth hardly hurts at all.
Hope you all had a great weekend!
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11 comments:
ugh. it's 'horror' stories like these that contribute to my delay of wisdom teeth extraction. lol.
Makes me cringe just thinking about it!
I'm glad you're feeling better. I'm not a big fan of dental work at all!
I got my wisdome teeth taken out around 10 years ago ... I remember that stuff they gave me, and I felt loopy all day ... it was kind of cool, though!
Well that's great that you're feeling better. The dentist freaks me out.
akk I will not share the HORROR I had with having my wisdom teeth out... Yeah 3 dry sockets!
Ha ha so funny!
Don't blame you for wanting to be knocked out. I did it too. Why be awake when you don't have to right?
I hate the dentist! I would have picked getting knocked out too!
hilarious :)
I've never been knocked out, but I need to get my wisdom teeth out soon and there's no way I'm staying awake for that!
Aren't dental excursions FUN ?!?!?, lol.
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